Little chef

I smile as I see Mistress car in the distance. Elated and proud that she wants me enough to meet me here, even though I suspect its because I embarrass her and she won’t pick me up anywher more public . I don’t know where we’re going. I don’t care. All I know is that I am happy to be with Mistress wendy. She completes me and I….. am less than nothing without her.
“How is the silly cunt?”
“Cunt is happy You are here Mistress”, I respond. Knowing I am less of a person than ever with her near me, and embarrassed and guilty that somehow that makes me feel so good. My fresh shaven and naked cunt twitches as I slowly climb into the car, my knickers removed ahead of time as instructed. Smoothing my blouse and lifting my conservative work skirt and revealing my freshly shaven lips as I know is expected.
“Good girl” You smile, and my heart pounds harder, catching in my throat as I take in your beauty and feel somehow sacred in the hot, slightly musty confines of the car.
You drive in silence for a short time, and I keep my eyes fixed on the dashboard in front of me, knowing my position.
I risk a quick glance sideways to gaze briefly on the curve of your breasts, seperated by the seatbelt they seem to stand proud and I look down sorrowfully at my own pitiful tits. Realising with a start that I have no seatbelt I reach for it and tug. I catch the movement with the corner of my eye and have no time to react. Your hand strikes my exposed thigh sharply and I squeal before biting my lip against the sharp, throbbing pain. I whimper slightly, and as my eyes tear up, my slut, whore, hated cunt betrays me again and starts to swell and moisten more.
“Bad girl!” The retort is sharp and bites into my soul. “No belt for YOU, cunt! You’re not worth saving!”
As if to illustrate the point, you slam on the brakes and I am thrown forward against the hard plastic dashboard, banging my head hard on the windscreen and smashing my tits into the glove box button. It flies open and I see the cuffs for the first time.
“We’re here”
I look up, dazed and shaken, rubbing mr breast where the button had dug in a little below my left nipple. We have pulled into a rest stop. ‘Little Chef’ says the sign, and the carpark is full of trucks and vans. I see glimpses of Red and beige plastic furnishings inside as Miss looks at me and reaches toward me. I flinch as fingers touch my brow and am surprised by the suddenly tender touch.
“There, there, little one”
I look up into your eyes at the suddenly tender voice, and see nothing but love reflected there. I take your hand and kiss it gently, licking gently between your fingers, tasting you and blissfully happy to have moments like this with You.
“Cunt is sorry, Miss. I will be good, I promise.”
“I know you will, my lovely little fucktoy. I know you will. ” A hint of coldness crept in as you repeated the words, and I sigh inside.
“Smooth your skirt and come with me – we’re going for dinner. Come on!”
I climb out of the car and stretch. Cold air caresses my labia and I shiver.
We walk through the entrance and I take a right turn from the entranceway into the restaurant. Your voice pulls me sharply back as you beckon me the other way.
“Where do you think you’re going, cunt?” You whisper in my ear. “That’s for people, not ugly worthless cumgargling whores like you.”. Pulling me through a swing door I barely have time to register it as the gents toilet.
“Shame the ladies is out of order. This will have to do” I hear you mutter as my mind races in horror, starting to understand what is to come.
“Kneel, cunt”
I kneel obediently, hiking my skirt up again to bend my knees properly as I am chained between two stinking urinals.
“P..p..please Miss. Ill be good! I promise” I plead as the cuffs snap tight.
“I know you will pet. Its only for dinner, I promise. ”
I sob quietly as you pull out your lipstick and smear it across my forehead.
“Make sure you do as you’re told now, cunt” you say as you walk toward the door, glancing back only once at my pitiful figure. I see myself reflected in the grimy mirror. Chained tight to one urinal, my fingers rubbing in the yellow stink and grime collected beneath it as my head rests against the other, hair trailing into the drain, the words – I’m a hungry cunt, feed me! written in red lipstick on my forehead and face. My skirt hiked up around my waist, you quickly walk back and tug my smart busness jacket and blouse down exposing my bruised tits.
“There now. Now quickly – tell me what you are. ”
“I…”
“NO!” You sound enraged and I know why. “C…cunt is owned, mistress. Cunt is your depraved fucktoy and will do anything you wish.”
“Good girl. Now – this is an all you can eat buffet, so get eating, pretty whore!”
You turn and leave as I draw myself up and slowly lick at one edge of the first urinal, the piss and stink of a thousand travellers collecting on my tongue as I gag, close my mouth and swallow. Hating myself as my slut cunt begins to drip. Knowing ill have to clean that too.

TBC